750 Lunacy 3-2-18

This full March moon
brings out the madness in me.
The silent, fireless face,
illuminating the almost morning,
urges me to slough off all these
cotton encumbrances.

“Come,” she demands,
“into the glowing!
Race around your house,

But there are the neighbors.

I hear them in my head.
Harriet jabbing George in his ribs,

“What’s that noise?!”

“Oh, that’s just Ken,
going crazy again.
I’ll speak to him”.

But he doesn’t.

My buddy only chuckles to himself
as he backs his
Dodge down his driveway.
He is kindred,
and has often left his footprints
in the morning dewed grass.

He waves.
Smiles at me,
as I sit on my front porch,
gazing across our road,
at the pond,
longing to,
but fighting away the wish
to walk on water.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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